to my three sons…

In the lead up to this year’s mothers’ day I have been contemplative. I naturally have thought of my ideal day- you know the usual: the house to myself while I lay on the couch under a crotchet blanket enjoying my new book club book and you guys evacuate our little house on the hill.  Will it happen? Maybe, maybe, not. Most of the mothers I know say that all they want is for their children to stop fighting for one day. Ok- let us not go AJ Magnay CRAZY here, I am a realist. I would settle if the … Continue reading  to my three sons…

I am funny…

I am no longer a virgin. This may have been a touch obvious – given that I have three sons and my name is not Mary. But it is official I am funny!!! I even have the certificate to prove it. What was my motivation to do a six-week comedy course? Initially it was to improve my writing. But to ‘write’ funny is a lot different to ‘talking’ funny. The process of getting your material for a routine I found was not that different from writing. It’s about observing  your world and telling it from your viewpoint. I enjoyed the … Continue reading I am funny…

out of control of my own life…

I need to CTRL-ALT-DEL my life, or rewind it back 20 kilograms ago. I feel disorganised, I am disorganised. Routines in my little house on the hill, are so stop-start. If only the boys could follow through with their jobs, like they do with their cricket strokes on Saturdays. We have tried to create chores lists over the years but, they are so hit and miss. All jobs, on the list are negotiated and renegotiated, to the extent that I am reassured my children, should be able to manipulate for themselves, excellent working conditions when they find fulltime employment. Expectations here … Continue reading out of control of my own life…

very fascinating indeed….

Spring is here, there is much to celebrate, end of winter sport for one. There are many occasions that take priority on the social calendar in spring, the most obvious perhaps is the day that stops a nation, well at least for around 3 minutes and 29seconds, give or take. How the first Tuesday in November is not a national holiday, is as hard to understand, as it is to spell diarrhoea. I am fascinated by the women’s fashions that are paraded around the track, particularly the fancy decorated sproutings that women display on their heads in a range of … Continue reading very fascinating indeed….

self-doubt

I haven’t blogged for a bit. I was on a roll, putting a blog up once a week. Until SD kicked in. Yes it’s a pesky thing self-doubt, little subtle trickles filtering through, and without knowing it, you are drenched through in SD. It’s not until a cool wind comes along and you find yourself shivering that you realise that SD paid you a visit. SD always shows up unannounced, it also doesn’t know when it is not wanted and sometimes won’t leave, even when you are telling it to. So what to do? If you want to leave a … Continue reading self-doubt

Out sourcing motherhood….

I am a self -confessed, self-appointed winner, of the Mother of the Year Title. It is like this – if you actually sit around waiting for the title to be bestowed upon you, it may result in disappointment. I am on a tight schedule I don’t have time to hang around. I was proactive I just decided to make myself a MOTY hat. A little recognition. Goes a long way. Today is mother’s day, the day that I get to sleep in, if only my bladder could hold out. I think my need for an ensuite is fast approaching I … Continue reading Out sourcing motherhood….